Droolte, no, Hos never thought there would be such a day, or rather, he never thought there could be such a day in this form.
Now he sits at the main table in the hall of a manor villa, amid guests of rank baron and count, exchanging smiles and pleasantries.
Candlelight flickers on the stone walls of the long hall, casting ambiguous and mysterious glows on everyone's faces.
"Mr. Hos, please don't be restrained, all this food is for you, even if you are a devil."
A corpulent nobleman proposed a toast to Hos, even if Hos, who might be elected devil emperor the next day, had to stand up, numbly raise his glass in return.
Sitting back at the table, Hos stared blankly at the long table before him, with nobles coming and going behind him.
Unlike Hos, who was shackled, they could freely leave to socialize, only returning to their seats once the main course was served.
